The Devil's Wife Novels & Stories

But I still couldn’t understand what the connection between the dragon and the devil was. “Have you studied the bible, my lady?” “Not really.” I said, “If you are really curious you should. Especially the Devils story.” He smiled. “Do you really think Lucian is the Devil?” I asked. “You tell me, you are his wife. I am really curious to know.” “You want my husband to marry princess Klara. Why if I may ask Your Majesty?” “Why not?” “She won’t be a first wife. Why would you want that for your sister?”

Yes, it is true that a woman is more terrifying than a devil, because if a woman is the same as a devil, it is absolutely impossible for a woman to be able to sacrifice the destiny that has been formed by the gods just because she is the undignified figure of the devil's queen. "I just need your husband to immediately send the demon king here because I am ready to kill him." The very shrill laughter of a man who I was sure was a demon king sounded so real that it even filled the entire forest here and made all the birds in this forest fly so real and real. Of course this is something that no one could ever imagine. I'm still trying to be calm and I'm still trying not to care even though in r

Janella backed away when he approached her more, near Janella's ears and whispered something that made Janella stunned. “Wife… I’m a devil. I killed people. ”

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

I rushed to her side and held her arm tightly. “This is my husband,” I said quickly. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes widened as she looked at Valentino. “Oh,” she murmured. “So this is your husband. You never told me he was this powerful. You never told me he was the devil of Milan.” My breath stuttered. She recognized him? “The devil of Milan?” Julius gasped weakly from where he was being held on the freezing ground. Valentino smirked faintly. “Oh, old woman, you recognize me. I’m impressed.”

She was so upset that she raised her voice, "Why would you agree to take me as your wife if you claim to be such a righteous person then?" "What? Haha! When the f*ck did I agree to be a couple with you? Declan was the one who dated and slept with you instead of me! You had messed with me when I was feeling moody and eventually got drunk that night. I would be a free man if it weren't for you! I would not have to sacrifice myself and accept you as my wife for so many years." Devon spat on her, "Pfft! I have always been tolerating you and tried to escape from this marriage for more than twenty years. I would have sent you to hell if it wasn't for Archer and Gavin!"

"Together? Seth? You must be joking! Together, but you're not willing to take care of me. Just three million out of twenty, how much does that cost you?” "You're meant to stand by me as my Queen! As my wife!” "I'm a Queen, I'm not meant to be used. I'm not the servant here!” She shouted, turning to face me. “I know! I'm not trying to use you, obviously!” “You are supposed to be my knight!” My shoulder dropped in defeat as her words struck me like a moving train. I swallowed. “What's that supposed to mean?" I whispered. She scoffed. "Unless you're too dumb to understand. If I give you kids, is this how you're planning to give them a life? Is this how you promised to take care of my family whe

He saved her, nursed her to health, listened to her uncompleted and vague story about her wanting to escape from an evil man, married her, and brought her to another country, which coincidentally was her favorite country - Modestria. Not only that, but he also took care of her Mom, who had fallen in because of her Dad’s ordeal of being framed and sent to prison. Who would have thought… Ivy reached out toward her side and touched the lace fabric of a lingerie. Who would have thought he was actually a Devil in disguise? A Devil who would sell his own wife to whoever was willing to help him with his career. Ivy sat on the bed for some time, letting herself grieve for her fate until she wiped aw

More being my wife, she will be an easy target for my enemies, who will know that by killing her, they will destroy me. And I must not allow that to happen; she must be strong and accept who I am and what I am, I will not change for her, and she must assimilate her role now in our family, in the Italian Mafia because now, whether she wants to or not, she is the Devil's wife. As such, she will have to learn how to behave.

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”